Museum of Demons

On the quiet mountain, the mist that has been reluctant to disperse, and the people wearing primitive costumes in the mist, everything seems a bit weird. The three police officers drew out their guns and looked vigilant. Xuan Yi also clamped a talisman to his fingers. between.

　　 A burst of hearty laughter broke this guard and jealousy.

"You guys are talking to your brother, the catcher in the city, yes, it's a police officer now, haha, I'm the village maestro of this village, I called my brother yesterday, we were all early Waiting for some distinguished guests on this mountain road."

　　 A fifty-year-old man walked out with a watch on his wrist while wearing clothing from the Ming Dynasty.

　　 Xuan Yi took back the talisman and sword, and said blankly: "It's from Dazhen Village."

Several police officers trusted the commander of the special operations team and slowly took back the guns, but there was still a trace of vigilance and curiosity in their eyes. Xuan Yi and the four followed the villagers of Dazhen Village back and forth. The village was very talkative, but Xuan Yi saw the other villagers but rarely had any expressions.

　　 The look on his face is not so simple and honest as it is numb.

In Dazhen Village, because of the inconvenience of transportation, electricity was barely connected in this era. The villagers still fetch water to eat and still learn the old sayings. Because there are many mosquitoes on this mountain, they have always been wearing the thick clothing of the Ming Dynasty. .

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　　 The four people who came up the mountain this time all have their own responsibilities.

　　 Two of them are responsible for surveying the terrain and topography, and the other is an artillery expert.

From this mountain, the sudden appearance of the mountain can be seen more clearly with a high-power telescope, and it is easier to determine the parameters of the firearm. Xuanyi, a disciple of the Weiming Sect, came here to survey the Fengshui trend to determine the opposite. Probably where the evil spirits gathered on the mountain.

　　 When the time comes, it will concentrate its attacks with powerful firearms.

In the face of monsters like monsters, ordinary firearms, such as kinetic energy penetrating weapons, are difficult to function, and ordinary people are also difficult to lock the target in the face of weirdness. However, directly blasting in a large area, with open flames, is the ghost king. Layer skin down.

　　 The survey took about two hours to end.

The message was directly transmitted back through the portable device, and originally planned to go down the mountain directly, but the villagers in Dazhen Village were extremely enthusiastic and invited the four of them to eat a meal before going down. Xuan Yi muttered a little and agreed to come down. The nearest town in the village was also It takes three hours to drive and there is not much stuff.

　　 are all mountain dishes. The meat is domestically raised pork and chicken. It has a rich taste, which is pretty good.

On the table, the village was persuading wine again and again, Xuan Yi excused practice taboos, it is not suitable to drink to avoid drinking, and the others also said that they would drive later. During the conversation, Xuan Yi noticed a woman putting wine and food on the table. , And then left with a little effort in footwork.

　　 The expressionless Xuan Yi frowned slightly and said:

　　 "That eldest sister seems to have just given birth, why do you want her to work?"

　　 The atmosphere on the table froze for a while.

　　 Someone seemed to murmur, but no one came out anyway.

　　 Xuan raised his sword eyebrows, and anger emerged from the corners of his eyes. Muramasa hurriedly finished the game, first cursed the person who spoke, and then smiled at Xuan:

"Everything in the village, don’t be offended by the Taoist leader. In this era, boys and girls are the same, the same is the rule in our village. When there are foreign visitors, women will not go to the table. , If the Taoist leader has to let her come to the table, the old man will call him."

　　 There is a soft nail buried in this sentence.

　　 If Xuan Yi forces a woman to come over, they will have to go with rumors after they leave.

The young people who have been practicing in Buddhism since they were young look a little ugly, but they don’t know how to refute them. They can only say no, and they are quite unhappy. This not-so-rich banquet just disappeared hastily, Xuan Yi The four of them got up and were about to leave. Most of the villagers felt embarrassed and surrounded them. The village's face was still full of laughter, and Xuan Yi and the others were sent out.

When 　　xuan turned back, he saw that the woman was also not far away, and seemed to want to send him off.

　　 just before he could get close, he was pulled away by another man.

Xuan Yi frowned, Muramasa stopped him, and explained with a smile: "Oh, the matter of the young couple, because they failed to give birth to a son, they are awkward, the chief Taoist can rest assured, I will undoubtedly solve them later. Husband and wife, the head of the bed and the end of the bed are in harmony."

　　 is indeed a household chore for husband and wife. I am an outsider or outsider, so it is not easy to interfere randomly.

　　Xuanyi became more unhappy in his heart, but he had no choice but to leave.

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That night.

　　 Dazhen Village.

　　 A short and thin man took a leather whip and beat the woman who was kneeling in front of him.

　　 beating and scolding.

I just scolded him for not giving birth to a son. What was the use of buying you back in the first place? How much money was wasted by Lao Tzu, and the girl who dared to scratch her brother last time made Lao Tzu nervous for several months. Haosheng called you his sister-in-law, are you so reluctant? !

　　 "And on this note, what does it mean to save you?!"

　　 "Are you looking for death?!"

　　 Several more whips.

　　 Tired of fighting, sat down to catch my breath.

　　 He has always had a conflict with this bought wife.

Today, when he saw this wife walking towards the policemen, he found something was wrong, and he pulled it back and saw that she was clenching a note in her hand, with the word "help me" written crookedly on it, and a line of phone numbers. This, he was even more angry.

　　 Raised his neck and dried a bottle of Erguotou.

　　 By being drunk, another dozen whips were vicious.

　　 Finally, in front of the woman, he burned the note with the phone number on it.

　　 "You've been Lao Tzu's wife!"

　　 "Run, where can I go?!"

The man was out of breath and drank again. He was sitting on the chair just wanting to take a break. He fell asleep inadvertently and opened his eyes. The outside was completely dark. He grabbed the woman's body with his toes and told her to hurry. Get up to cook.

　　 found that the woman was dead with her eyes open.

　　 Jiu Zhuang is daunting, and Mura Masaichi together, the man gritted his teeth and threw the woman directly down the mountain.

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　　 "Mom, I can take care of myself by myself."

　　 "Oh, don't worry about it..."

　　 "Waiting for this year when I go back to see you and my dad, I'm hung up."

　　 The memory of the past slowly emerged, and then dissipated like a phantom.

　　 My name is Dong Yu.

Twenty-three…

　　 I was trafficked.

　　 was sold in the mountains.

　　 Five thousand yuan.

　　 This may be the salary of a college student after graduation. I did not expect that it can also represent all the future of a college student, love, get married, have children, watch the children grow up, work by themselves, get promoted, find dreams, and travel.

　　 All the dreams disappeared on the creaking wooden bed after a trip with a fellow traveler.

　　 I am locked.

　　 Big iron chain.

　　 I finally flattered, I can run out.

But I walked so far, my feet were blistering, and I couldn't get out of this mountain. I saw a car, and I quickly stopped the car. I was pleasantly surprised and knelt down and begged them to take me out. They agreed, and I got into the car with peace of mind and fell asleep in a daze.

　　 I woke up in pain that day.

　　 What I saw was a wooden bed that seemed to be darker and shorter, and the man's angry red eyes.

I understand…

　　 It takes three hours to go out here, and everyone on the way is from this village.

　　 I can't run out.

They said, I belong here, I don’t believe it, but I see the rough skin in the mirror, the extra wounds from being beaten, this is not me, I don’t believe it, but this is me... I seem to be me Seems to give up...

　　…………

　　 I saw the daughter of the driver that day.

　　 is wearing very fashionable clothes, the earrings are very shiny, and the perfume is the one I liked very much before.

　　 She stretched out her hand, her palm was white and tender, just like mine.

　　 She smiled at me and said hello to my sister-in-law.

　　 I seem to see the old me...

　　 No, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is wrong.

　　 This is me, this is me!

　　 You stole my original appearance, stole my appearance!

　　 I don’t belong here, I shouldn’t be like this, that’s my face, that’s my life!

　　 Give it back to me, give it back to me!

　　 I rushed up, biting that face frantically, the girl was terrified, the men and women around all rushed to hit me, it hurts, it hurts...

　　 The pain in memory and the pain in reality surged up all at once.

　　 But it was as if there was a layer of mist, and it was not clear. The woman fell to the ground, full of unwillingness, trying to get up, but she was helpless, but was able to look back. When she looked back, she saw her own body.

　　 Her heart is cold and desperate, and her heart is ashamed.

　　...It turned out that it was already dead.

　　 It rained at night.

　　 But the night rain in the mountains, which had been shaved and painful, didn't even feel anymore.

　　 An umbrella hit her head.

　　 A man under the umbrella, dressed in white, covered his face with the umbrella. He couldn't really see it, he just whispered:

"Skins, skins, skins, and more than just appearances... The witchcraft art has been lost, but the human heart is still the same as before. It can still deprive people of their'skins' and give you another'skins', which is still the same today. Look at the world of "skins"."

　　Skin...

　　 Dong Yu whispered, with a sad face.

　　 Yes, yes.

　　 The original identity, the life that he should have, this is the ‘skin bag’.

　　 I was robbed of my original skin and replaced it with another...

　　 The man leaned over and smiled, and said something:

　　 "Do you want revenge?"

　　 "Get back your own real "skin"."